Well that sucked, but it’s over now.
I’ve been around, and I thought I had seen most of the behaviors of airports. Here’s a new one: I was in the Providence airport and the power went out. Eventually, backup generators kicked in and the display boards rebooted, but everything else remained off, except the infernal mood music. Planes kept flying, security kept screening, but Dunkin’ Doughnuts couldn’t heat their coffee or run their registers. Odd.
In totally unrelated news, my flight was delayed. This got me in to Atlanta around 10:15, and thence out to ghetto-rent-a-car (motto: “hey, we’re cheap!”) by around 10:45. The Atlanta airport is, I think, the worst designed airport in the entire world. It’s a long “I” structure, except with extra crossbars. Each crossbar is a concourse, and you take a train to get from any of them to any other. Maybe I was just grumpy, but I hated it.
I also hated the drive. By the time I got on the road, I was functioning on about half the ‘ole brain-pistons, and I wound up taking a wrong turn between Atlanta and Athens. Under optimal conditions, it should have taken 1.5 hours. Instead, I just got here after 2.5 hours of driving. Bah.
Impression of Athens: Party town. I rolled through campus at 1:15am on a Tuesday night, and the main street was kickin’. It strikes me as quite similar to Ann Arbor, both in size and in proximity to a big, gritty city.
More later. Now I sleep.
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